Road Survival: My RV is a Moving Castle

Fortunately, the tortoise shell defense device kept these zombies 10cm away.

Blood and pus were flowing from the zombie's mouth, face, and limbs. The red and white liquid slowly flowed down the defensive barrier, creating a visual impact no less than facing an alien.

The RV eventually retreated to the bottom of the slope and came to a stop, where it was instantly swallowed up by the horde of zombies.

When Song Chiyu looked up, he could make "ambiguous" eye contact with several zombies lying on the windshield.

The entire RV was like a piece of candy that had fallen into an anthill, completely surrounded by people.

"Yo-ho—yo-ho—"

“Yoho——”

“Yoho——”

......

Harsh roars came from all directions, waking Xue Di, who was sleeping in her nest, in a daze.

When it opened its eyes and saw those countless gaping, blood-red mouths, it thought it was seeing a ghost and screamed in terror.

"Squeak squeak squeak! Squeak squeak squeak?" (What's going on?! Where did you get me?!)

It hurriedly ran to Song Chiyu's shoulder, hugged her neck, and trembled.

Song Chiyu sighed deeply. At this moment, her hand was on the button for the air bomb, and she was struggling with whether to press it or not.

The RV is now stuck in a dilemma; it can't use its ramming attack skill, and it doesn't dare use the air blast either.

You can't use your own spear to attack your own shield!

Her only two vehicle attack skills were disabled, so she had to fight them one by one on her own.

Okay, let's do it!

With a resolute expression, Song Chiyu pulled the handbrake, shouldered the axe, and went straight up to the second floor.

The second floor was the same, but the balcony at the rear of the car was perfect for her to kill the zombies one by one.

Song Chiyu is now strong enough to swing an axe with one hand.

She held a large cleaver in her left hand and a large axe in her right, swinging her arms as if chopping wood.

The zombies, separated by the defensive barrier, couldn't touch Song Chiyu at all. Instead, they were so numerous that they were squeezed and unable to move.

This also made it easier for Song Chiyu to operate.

With a wave of her left hand, she turned her head once; with a raise of her right hand, she turned her head twice more.

The zombie's head was as easy to cut as tofu.

The headless zombie's limbs stopped moving, and it slid softly to the ground, instantly dying.

"Jili...gulp..."

While Song Chiyu was busy killing zombies, she faintly heard several voices that were different from the zombies.

And it sounds familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before.

However, the current crisis was already enough to trouble her, so she had no time to think about whose voice it was.

And so, Song Chiyu chopped away for a full half hour, and the faint outline of his biceps could already be seen on his arms.

Finally, completely exhausted, he could only sit on the ground, panting heavily.

She desperately wanted to use a grenade to blow all these filthy things to smithereens! To end it all!

The scene of killing the giant tortoise with two grenades that morning involuntarily flashed into my mind; the tortoise's shell remained completely unharmed even after being blown up.

So this tortoise shell defense device shouldn't be afraid of hand grenades, right?

Song Chiyu pondered the matter repeatedly in her mind, feeling uneasy and conflicted.

If the grenade actually shatters this defensive barrier, she will simply be devoured by the remaining zombies.

To fry or not to fry?

This is a high-stakes gamble with your life!

Outside the RV, fiery red clouds set the sky ablaze, and the sun gradually moved toward the western mountaintop.

The entire desert was ablaze with red.

Song Chiyu ate a magical candy, and when his body was full of power again, he got up and continued to swing his machete and axe, throwing himself into the battle.

Seeing that Xue Di was still in a daze, she tossed it a fruit knife.

"What are you standing there for? I don't keep idle rats here!"

"Squeak! Squeak!" (Got it, you heartless boss!)

Upon hearing this, Xue Di grumbled reluctantly as she stood beside Song Chiyu, picked up a fruit knife, and stabbed it into the zombie's head.

Its tiny size, holding a fruit knife longer than its body, is strangely comical.

But his strength and accuracy were in no way inferior to Song Chiyu's; with one thrust of the knife, he pierced straight through the zombie's head.

Then, without any effort, pull it out and insert the next one.

"Snow Empress, can you detect how many zombies are in here?"

Song Chiyu suddenly turned to Xue Di and asked.

She wanted to assess the feasibility of blowing up all the zombies at once.

"Squeak! Squeak!" (Give me some time, I'll give it a try!)

Xue Di put down the fruit knife in her hand, shrank to the size of a grain of sand, and tried to squeeze out through the gaps between the zombies.

Successfully passed through the first, second, and third levels...

Five minutes later, it returned dejectedly.

"Squeak! Squeak!" (It stinks inside, my nose can't stand it.)

It covered its already red nose, looking aggrieved.

"Squeak! Squeak!" (And those zombies were layer upon layer, I couldn't seem to get to the end!)

Xue Di told Song Chiyu everything she had discovered, then reluctantly picked up the fruit knife and continued stabbing the zombie's head.

Song Chiyu had just learned about the situation through Xue Di's perspective.

It seems there are far more zombies than she thought!

Another hour later...

The man and the rat waved their arms blankly, as if they had lost all strength and ability.

Song Chiyu suddenly put away his axe and machete and said calmly.

"I'm quitting, let's go eat!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Di's eyes lit up like light bulbs, and she immediately tossed the fruit knife aside.

"Squeak squeak squeak!" (Time to eat!)

Song Chiyu doesn't have the energy to cook tonight.

She took out two boxes of self-heating rice, two scallion pancakes, and a cup of taro milk tea from her storage space for dinner.

After cooking the self-heating rice with water, the man and the mouse sat on the coffee table in the living room and began to feast.

Song Chiyu had placed a velvet blanket under the coffee table, making it soft and comfortable to sit on.

She ate while listening to the zombies yelling outside, and surprisingly, it made her food taste better.

Looking at the RV, which was firmly protected by the tortoise shell defense, Song Chiyu understood.

It's not a bad idea to stay hidden in the RV like this, since zombies can't get in and she can't get out anyway.

Moreover, we have black soil to grow vegetables and a motorhome to live in, how wonderful!

What's the point of going through all that trouble to kill those zombies?

Thinking this, Song Chiyu lost the strength to chew her food and collapsed onto the blanket.

So tired...

I feel completely drained...

[Wow! I'm back!]

Song Chiyu, who was sprawled on the blanket, heard 001's panting voice in his mind.

"it is good."

She responded weakly, her eyes long since devoid of light.

[I've investigated and found out. It was a mistake made by the new system. Zombies of this level shouldn't have been issued to players during their protection period! The main system is currently working on fixing it! It will be back to normal soon.]

"Ah."

[And you should receive compensation later, so don't worry~]

"it is good."

【What's wrong, Dad?】

"fine."

Suddenly, the previously dimly lit car interior seemed to be illuminated by the red sunset, which filled the air.